• I see someone standing over there,
    Will they come or will they go?
    First off, should I run or stay here?
    Oh screw it, I'll just get down low.

    Monkeys feast on the dead.
    So, why am I here, frozen?
    When the monkeys are covered by red.
    All I want is my peace, my zen.

    I'll yelled out loud,
    "You mother******s better be dead!"
    They turned around,
    And dragged me under a bed.

    I fought the monkeys one by one.
    More and more kept coming.
    Believe me it was no fun.
    I weakened, and began dying.

    Monkeys feast on the dead.
    And here I am frozen,
    While the monkeys become covered in red.
    All I ever wanted was peace, and zen.